1. I am feeling put upon that H is sick. I recognize it's whiney, and am still doing what should be - i.e. taking care of the kids/pets so he can rest. I did tell him to remember this all if I get it! I wish I wasn't such a jerk about it though (not outwardly, just internally, martyr style).
2. I took out pork yesterday morning for dinner tonight. But now I am feeling like I want to say eff it and get Chipotle instead. The kids won't eat it and I don't feel like cooking it or eating it. But what can I do with it? It's wasteful to not eat it but it's all defrosted.
I was tempted to try Sensa because I am a little impatient to start seeing my weight drop, but I know it would not be smart and H would not be happy. (with me using Sensa, not the weight loss)
I seriously considered buying SlimQuick last night when I was at CVS. The reviews on amazon are somewhat impressive, as are the success stories on facebook. I ultimately decided not to buy it but am still thinking about it.
Post by verycontrary247 on Aug 22, 2012 10:41:29 GMT -5
I took the week off work to study for the ASVAB, which I'm taking on Thursday. So far I've done zero studying and lots of watching Star Trek. I am so screwed lol.
I had been sleeping with her all week in the queen size bed (DH was on the couch) and I slept on one side and had a big pillow on the other side to protect her.
Well I guess she either pushed the pillow off, or it fell off, because I woke up to a loud crash followed by a cry. The memory is burned in my brain!
She's ok, and calmed down very quickly, but I was just so sick over it.
Lesson learned- getting bed rails next time we are sleeping away from home.
jaylea, when my husband gets sick he acts like the only person ever to have experienced disease. luckily, it's not that often and he's otherwise great. or i'd kill him.
ex: i have headaches and migraines a lot; he's great and loving and blah blah, and i try to rally. he had a headache once. full on handful of advil, laying down immobile in a darkened room, please keep the kid away from me, washcloth on the eyes, speaking in low, croaking tones. he looked at me pitifully "is this . . . is this . . . what it's like for you? pain? all over your whole head?" cue deep sigh and flopping onto the couch again.
I am a terrible wife when my husband is sick. Unless he is like visably vomiting, I just assume he is being a baby and expect him to buck up. It is just the difference in how we were raised. My parents, even in illness, are buck up type people. His parents are the type to dramatically let an illness overtake their lives for weeks. So you can guess how both of us are. he thinks I am heartless and I think he is a widdle bit of a baby. :-)
he looked at me pitifully "is this . . . is this . . . what it's like for you? pain? all over your whole head?" cue deep sigh and flopping onto the couch again.
I'm dying at your h unable to conceive of what a headach entails. Mine has developed allergies in the last couple years (I have fierce environmental allergies) and he's all "uuuuggggh by dose is all stuffy and ruddy and by head feels all full. will you bake be teeeeeaaa?" Big baby.
I'lll third or fourth the throw the pork in the crockpot and shred it for later. It usually freezes really well and then you have easy dinner for some other night.
Post by frauschmindy on Aug 22, 2012 11:03:38 GMT -5
I don't have any patience whatsoever for MH when he isn't feeling well, which is really shitty considering he takes care of me when I have migraines. I guess my confession is I don't really feel badly about that.
I have not painted my toenails once this summer. I prefer them bare but have always conformed to societal pressure and painted them anyway, but this summer I am standing my ground. lol.
hbear, don't let yourself feel too bad. Kate has fallen off the bed and down the stairs more times than I should probably ever admit publicly.
eta: Rex, I'm so sorry you're having such a rough time. A weekend getaway sounds like just the thing.
I work "late shift" on Wednesdays. Every Wednesday, I work from 11am-8pm (instead of 9am-6pm). I looooove my late shift days because I get to sleep til 9! They're glorious.
H keeps scheduling our boiler services for one of my late shift days because I'm already home. It pisses me off... because I know I'm being ridiculous. They usually come between 8 and 10, so I actually have to get up earlier than my regular shift days to ensure that I'm done showering and getting ready by the time the guy gets there.
Today I get up, get ready and sit on the couch to wait for the guy. 10:15 rolls around and nobody's there. I call H all annoyed and leave a vm saying "I'm pissed... he never showed and I REFUSE to be late to work. I'm leaving now".
About 20 mins after I got into the office, I get a call from H. "The meeting planner I sent you was for NEXT Wednesday". Um motherfucker, you spent the past 4 days reminding me CONTINUALLY "don't forget the boiler guy is coming THIS Wednesday". THIS MOTHERFUCKING WEDNESDAY! And then you try to put it back off on me like I should've ignored your obsessive reminders and checked the meeting planner!?
And now, not only was today a waste of 2 hours of glorious, wonderful sleep. But I lose them again NEXT Wednesday too.
I'm trying to get the house account to buy me tix to see Porgy & Bess (Broadway) as an apology for this horrendous slap in the face (yes, I'm being a little TIC here)
I had a small breakdown last night. I've been having some (minor, but annoying and expensive) health issues - you may remember, I'm the one with the egg-sized vaginal cyst; my younger brother and his wife just had their first baby (I've done 3 IVFs and am heading into a 4th); and my H was on a very heated work call last night - F-bombs flying and I just couldn't handle it. I shut myself into our office and sat there and bawled - like the 'a-huh, a-huh' cries over my chicken parm. I even got moody with the pets. And I haven't spoken to my husband since, even when he kissed me on the head this morning. I think I might book a hotel room for myself this weekend. I'm so, so tired of always being the calm, happy, supportive, sane one in every situation and I need some time to escape and recharge. I'm embarrassed admitting this.
Don't be embarrassed! Book yourself that hotel room, order room service, and get a pedicure or something.
Imoan- not gonna lie, I would be pissed too. Usually one morning on the weekend my h wakes up with Sofia so that I can sleep in, but for the past month he has been getting up at 5,6 and even 2AM (!) to go fishing. ( he gets up at 2 am because he has to drive 1.5 hours, get to his spot an hour before sunrise so that other people don't take it, then start fishing as soon as the sun comes up until noon) so I haven't been getting my one day per weekend to sleep in. I'm getting crabby about it and it's not going to get any better because fucking hunting season starts in 3 weeks. I won't be able to sleep in until, like, December!
Imoan- not gonna lie, I would be pissed too. Usually one morning on the weekend my h wakes up with Sofia so that I can sleep in, but for the past month he has been getting up at 5,6 and even 2AM (!) to go fishing. ( he gets up at 2 am because he has to drive 1.5 hours, get to his spot an hour before sunrise so that other people don't take it, then start fishing as soon as the sun comes up until noon) so I haven't been getting my one day per weekend to sleep in. I'm getting crabby about it and it's not going to get any better because fucking hunting season starts in 3 weeks. I won't be able to sleep in until, like, December!
Yes, I'm a whiny baby.
I really enjoy that you also have a Patrick Stewart avatar.
I don't have any patience whatsoever for MH when he isn't feeling well, which is really shitty considering he takes care of me when I have migraines. I guess my confession is I don't really feel badly about that.
Haha. Are you my H? He also has no sympathy for me, and I baby the shit out of him when he's sick. I'm also far less sick than he is.
Last night, I wanted to ask my yoga instructor for help with a pose (full lotus) but my feet smelled from biking to the class and I was too embarassed to have him so near me.
Oh, so I am not alone on having a lack of sympathy for sick H? And it is for exactly the same reasons others have said. I rarely get time off when I am sick - I am still helping with the kids. But he is the first person EVER to get sick! So there is nothing to be done except go to bed, in the dark. And not come down until both kids are in bed. Gah!
The pork is boneless chops. wonder if that has enough fat for crock pot cooking. Anyone know?
Thanks guys. I really want to, but I know that I'll get side-eyed for it and my H will ask me not to. He isn't controlling or anything, but he just doesn't get this need that I have to be alone and process sometimes. He thinks it's 'escaping' and his extroverted mind just can't handle it.
Well as an extrovert I'm side-eyeing him. Who else will side-eye you? They don't matter. You have to take care of yourself.
Thanks guys. I really want to, but I know that I'll get side-eyed for it and my H will ask me not to. He isn't controlling or anything, but he just doesn't get this need that I have to be alone and process sometimes. He thinks it's 'escaping' and his extroverted mind just can't handle it.
I would at the very least schedule yourself a spa appointment, go to the movies, eat out, whatever.
I am going to go with screw the side eye though, just because he doesn't get it doesn't mean that you don't need it.